You stand on the foyer,
to the city of torment.
Inside, are the lives,
slowly smouldering.
Beware,
the terror's on it's vigil.
Beware,
of the malevolents
That's just the foyer you see,
to the city where rules the complacent
and dies the innocent.
Oh tell me, can you hear the whimpering?
Tell me, do you feel the malediction?
Assure me you aren't one of the malefactors.
Stays awake a corner,
for there's no loaf to eat
And a blanket so bare
Stays awake another corner
for the marijuana,
they no longer could spare.
Black or white,
There's no in between.
What's your corner,
Where are you seen?
To,
The direct descendants of Satan
Here me out loud-
Smother as many lives as you dare,
For they're trivial,
And wait for the souls of mutiny
To rise up with the Satan
That's more evil than yours